Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (10 page)

She grabs her glass of water again, and while she’s taking a drink, I see the condensation fall into her lap. Placing the glass back onto the table, she uses her hand to wipe off the water that has fallen. With the moisture now on her fingertips, she brings them to her mouth and licks it off.

“Oh, excuse me. I seem to have gotten all…wet.” There’s a look in her eye when she says it, and her voice has gotten huskier. Oh, she’s good.

I clear my throat and sit back. She smiles, and the waiter brings us our food.

I know he wasn’t expecting me to say what I did. I figured I’d give him a taste of his own medicine, though. Sure, he has a way to get me flustered. But now that I think about what I want from him, or better yet, what I should only expect from him, I’ll up my confidence. I can play the sexual innuendo game. I’m definitely not innocent when it comes to this sex thing.

I can feel his eyes on me while we eat dinner. I can only assume he’s trying to figure out my personality type. He thought he had me pinned as the innocent, easily flustered young girl that he could take advantage of. Well, with thoughts of him with other women out the window along with thoughts of anything serious, I can concentrate on getting what I want. Mr. Blue Eyes didn’t bank on me wanting sex as much as he does, I’m sure. The question is, do I go for it now, or should I wait? I don’t want to seem loose, giving it up on the first date, but hell, it’s been nine long fucking months. I’m getting tired of the solo loving.

“So, I see you’re not a soup and salad kind of girl,” he says, gesturing towards the steak on my plate.

“No. I like a big piece of meat.”

He looks shocked momentarily before he smiles. “I like a girl who can handle a big, thick piece of meat. So that’s good.”

I try to hide my smile by biting my lip and concentrating on my food. I set my silver wear down and reach for my drink. It’s a mixture of black tea infused vodka, SoCo, lemonade and peach puree. It’s delicious, but has a kick. I better remember not to have too many.

I glance at his plate. “I see you like crabs.” I try hard not to laugh, but a giggle escapes.

I see him shake his head slightly, and the right side of his mouth pulls up. “This is Alaska King Crab. I eat this because I’m a king among men.”

I bark out a laugh that I’m instantly embarrassed of. “King among men, huh? And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means I’m the best at everything, nobody is better than me. I live my life like a king would. I do what I want, when I want. I get what I want, when I want. I succeed at whatever I put my mind to. I’m a king, baby.” He gives me a smile and wink before he digs into his crabs again.

“I think you may be more confident than a king, too. But I don’t doubt anything you just said.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, but says nothing in response. It’s a few more minutes before he does speak again.

“Do you have any plans later?”

I look up from my food and into those mesmerizing eyes of his. “Not really. I had planned on staying home tonight, but things changed,” I say with a raise of an eyebrow.

“I think this is better than staying home,” he replies. His tongue snakes out over his bottom lip and I find that I can’t peel my eyes away from his mouth.

I shrug. “Maybe. I could have had steak at my house.” I’m going for nonchalance.

“Could you have had steak in the presence of a king, though?” he asks with a devilish grin.

I can’t help but smile back at him. “I guess not. You’re the first king I’ve met.”

“Baby, I’m the only king you’ll meet.” He leans closer to me and gazes into my eyes with such intensity that my heart may jump out of my chest and onto the table in order to get closer to him.

At the term of endearment, my body gets warm and I hope the heat that I feel in my body isn’t showing on my face. I know it’s such a simple term, but the way he said it has me wanting to pour my water on myself. Again, I go for a casual answer.

“We’ll see.”

Once we’ve finished dinner, the waiter brings our check and Jace instantly pulls out his credit card, handing it to him without looking at the cost of the meal.

“Thank you for dinner,” I say.

“Thank you for joining me,” he responds.

“It’s not really like I had a choice. You were holding my phone for ransom.”

“So you didn’t enjoy yourself?” he asks.

“Well, I dined with a king, had some delicious meat in my mouth, and was able to wear one of my favorite dresses. I guess it wasn’t too bad.”

“If you enjoy those things, I can make sure you have an even better night,” he says in his deep, husky voice.

“Oh? How so?” I ask, hoping my voice wasn’t as breathy as I thought it was.

“How about visiting a king’s castle, having more delicious meat, and I’m not so sure about the dress.”

I narrow my eyes slightly and purse my lips at him. “What do you mean
visit
a king’s castle, and are you saying you have more steak at your house, and why aren’t you sure about my dress?”

He leans over the small table and licks his lips. “I mean, you come to my house where we definitely won’t be eating any more meat, but where I have something else that can fill you up, and you may not be wearing that dress. Shoes can stay though.” His voice is low, throaty, and full of promise.

Warmth floods my body, but especially in between my legs. My heart beats faster and my stomach flips in excitement. The thought of him filling me up has me ready to jump up from my seat and find the nearest cab to make our way back to his place. Everything about him screams sex. I have no doubt that he is a pro in bed, and this would be the perfect person to end my sex drought. I finally find words.

“Well, are you ready to leave?”

He gives me a small smile just as the waiter returns with his credit card. Jace scribbles his name across the receipt and stands up. His large hand reaches down for mine and I take it while I stand. “I am now,” he finally responds.

We make our way out of the restaurant and into the warm evening air.

“I didn’t bring my car. I hope you don’t mind riding in a cab,” he says.

“That’s fine,” I reply.

“We stand on the curb and he raises his long arm into the air, hailing a cab for us. When the cab pulls up, he opens the door and ushers me into the back seat. As soon as we’re both enclosed in the back, the tension thickens. His long leg grazes the side of mine. I can see his hand resting on his knee and can’t help but imagine the things he can do with those fingers. My eyes wander up his leg until I spot a bulge on his inner thigh. My eyes widen for a minute, and I think I must be mistaken, because there’s no way that’s what I think it is. Maybe it’s just the darkness and the way his jeans are laying that has my eyes playing tricks on me. I chance a peek up at his face and see that he’s watching me. Shit. I’ve definitely been busted checking him out. I bite my lip and turn away.

As I’m looking out the window, watching all the pedestrians walking the streets of Vegas, I feel warmth on my leg. I glance over and notice his hand settling on the skin between my knee and wear my dress ends. He squeezes once and then moves it up just slightly. My eyes dart to the cabbie that isn’t paying any attention. I try to control my breathing while watching his hand disappear under my dress.

I look up at him, but I can barely see his face in the dark. I can definitely feel his fingers, though. They are making their slow and tedious way up to the warmth in the middle of my thighs. I feel a finger glide over the lacy material of my underwear and I gasp. He touches my clit with perfect precision and then makes his way down to where wetness is collecting in my panties. Two fingers glide back up and press onto my clit, making circles. My hands fly down and one grips the edge of the seat while the other grips his muscular thigh next to me. I throw my head back and bite my lip.

“Here ya are,” the monotone voice from the front says, ruining the moment.

Jace slowly moves his hand down my leg and reaches for his wallet. I see him pull out a few bills and throw them up front.

“Thanks,” he says to the cabbie as he slides out.

He extends his hand to me and helps me out of the cab. It’s then that I look up and realize where we are. Holy fuck this place is nice. The high rise has to have like fifty floors. I feel his hand on my lower back and can’t help but wish it was lower. We walk into the fancy lobby and my breath hitches at how beautiful it is. The entire room is light oak wood that has a glossiness to it. The front desk has a marbled table top, and there’s a small oak wood table in the center with gorgeous bouquets of fresh flowers. A twinkling chandelier hangs above with teal colored accents. A man is at the desk talking with someone when he glances in our direction. He quickly does a double take, smiles and shakes his head slightly.

“Mr. Jamison,” he says in greeting.

“John,” Jace responds with a smile.

We turn left and make our way to a hallway that leads to the elevator. When the doors finally open, he allows me to go in first, then follows and presses the button that says PH.

I look up at him with my eyebrows raised.

“What?” he asks, feigning ignorance.

“Penthouse, huh?”

“I told you, baby. A king.”

I roll my eyes and he laughs.

When the elevator dings and the doors open, we get out and I notice we’re on a floor with relatively no doors. We get to another elevator and he puts in some passcode and we walk in. I look at him with questioning eyes but he only shrugs.

The doors open and when I walk out, I’m inside of his suite. To the left I see a long bar with several chairs, to the right is a long hallway. He ushers me towards the bar. I notice that to the right of the bar is a huge kitchen with dark cabinets and sterling silver appliances. There’s a breakfast bar with several more chairs attached to the kitchen area. Behind the bar I’m currently sitting at is a living room with a long, light colored, sectional and a glass top table. The couch is facing the floor-to-ceiling window, but it’s not only a window; you can actually walk outside.

This penthouse makes my place look like a studio apartment. I love my place. It’s only twenty-two hundred square feet, but I have a den and spare bedrooms. This place is going to make me not ever want to go home.

“You want something to drink?” he asks from behind the bar.

I swirl back around in my chair. “Whatcha got?”

“Everything,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “What do you like?”

“I’ll just take a Vodka and some sort of mixer.”

He pulls the glasses out from under the bar and grabs the liquor from under there too. After pouring both of us a glass, he comes around and takes my hand. “Let’s go outside.”

I grab the drink off the bar with my free hand and let him pull me along. I thought we would be stepping outside onto the terrace right in front of us, but instead he takes me back to the elevator. We go up, but the ride isn’t long. When we walk out, he guides me through another living room that has a kitchenette off to the side, and onto the rooftop deck. My mouth drops open. Not only is the view spectacular, but the deck stretches for what seems like miles. I know it’s not that long, but it feels like it wraps around two sides of the building.

I glance to the right and see something that looks like a bar or grill at the very far end, a table and eight chairs, and then closer to us is a brown wicker couch with a table to match. To the right the deck extends even further. From here, we have a panoramic view of The Strip, and the mountains. It’s beyond breathtaking.

He drops down onto the couch and taps the area next to him. I make my way to him, taking a sip of my drink on the way. When I sit, I place the drink on the table in front of us.

“This is amazing. I can’t get over this view.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. I’ll never get used to it,” he responds.

“How many floors is this?” I ask.

“Three.”

“Wow. You live here all alone?”

He laughs. “Yes, I live here alone. You don’t need to worry about anybody coming by.”

“Why do you need all this space?” I ask. It may be rude, but I couldn’t help it.

“I guess I don’t
need
the space, I just want it.”

I decide to leave it alone. No need to go digging for stories. This is only sex. I never have to see him again after tonight.

“Can you guide me to a bathroom in this place? I’m afraid I might get lost if I go exploring by myself.”

He gets up while letting out a deep chuckle. “Sure, follow me.”

We walk through a different sliding door and into a bedroom. There’s a huge bed cloaked in a silver-gray bedspread and several pillows. At the foot of the bed is a black, cushioned bench. He walks past them and to my right I notice a white circular lounge chair. We get to a door and he extends his arm towards the bathroom.

“It’s all yours,” he says. I wish it was.

I enter the bathroom and see that it has his and her sinks set into a dark gray granite top. Each sink has its own framed mirror and there are beautiful wall sconces on the sides of them. A deep, round bathtub is on the right of the sinks, also set inside the granite, leaving plenty of space for candles. Not that he has any. A small chandelier hangs above it. Connected is a large shower room that could easily fit five people. The glass is completely clear. No hiding in there.